Apollo has to get up from bed but reader locks him back with their legs. Like as soon as he sits up, their legs immediately cage around him and pulls him back down.
a/n: love me some apollo requests ; there’s just something about the god of sun being so in love with someone that they call in sick to RISING THE GODDAMN sun
Apollo stirred beneath the warmth of the sheets. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, groaning quietly as he stretched.
But just as he began to rise, something soft and firm hooked around his torso—your legs, quick as lightning, caged him with precision. You clamped him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.
“Apollo,” you murmured, voice still laced with drowsy mischief, “where do you think you’re going?”
His eyes were wide with surprise for a second before softening and leaning into your arms, gently kissing your forehead. “The sun isn’t going to raise itself.” He laughed against your skin.
You yawned and dragged him deeper into the warmth of the bed. He landed beside you, tangled in blankets, golden hair haloed on the pillow.
“For once,” you whispered, wrapping yourself around him, “let the world wait.”
Apollo’s laugh was low and reluctant. “You realize if I don’t rise, there will be chaos. Crops will die. Worshippers will panic.” You hummed and kissed his face, his eyes, his nose, his ears with each reason “Roosters will be... very confused.” His body eventually relaxed into your affection
“Roosters will cope,” you said, nuzzling into his neck. “You’ve spent centuries rising for everyone else. Stay a little longer…for me”
His breath hitched—not from your grip, but your words. And for once, the sun obeyed a different pull.
This was not a request. I made this out of motivation again. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry for any mistakes! (BTW, ik, this is OOC, I don't think Apollo would cheat on his lovers! I just felt like writing angst!)
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Fluff, angst, cheating, mention of s*x, no happy ending
Blood of Zeus Masterlist
No Undoing
You lived in the forest, away from the village. You would only go to the village to get some food, furniture, and a bit more stuff. But you would return to your cottage, it was a decent house.
One day, you were wandering around in a nearby field. It was a nice day, and the rays of sunlight shone through the leaves and onto you. Suddenly, you heard a tree twig break. You immediately turned to where you heard it, and there stood a God, Apollo.
You had caught Apollo’s attention with your gorgeous appearance. He had been observing you for a while and decided to court you properly.
After some time, Apollo asked you to be his lover, and you said yes. A God being in a relationship with a mere mortal, wasn’t the first nor the last.
He took you to Mount Olympus so you could stay with him. He introduced you to his twin sister and his other siblings and showed you around Olympus.
It’s been months since you two have been in a relationship. However, one day, you both had an argument. You don’t remember the details or what you two even fought about. But you decided to leave Mount Olympus after that. You had gotten onto a pegasus and flew to your cottage in the forest.
You wanted time away from Apollo so you both could calm down. You put the pegasus in a stable you thankfully had.
It’s been a week and a few days since you last spoke or saw Apollo. You decided to return to Mount Olympus to apologize for your rash decision and for arguing with him. You decided to wait until night, in case Apollo saw you in the daylight because of his duties. Once it was midnight, you went into the village to get some of Apollo's favorites like sunflower seeds, honey, and a few incense you thought he may like.
You put all the items in a basket, got the pegasus out of the stable, and flew to Olympus. When you finally reached Mount Olympus and put the pegasus somewhere safe, strong thunders of light could be heard. From what you can tell, Zeus was angered and aiming towards the sea.
But that didn't matter to you. You just wanted to see Apollo. You ran eagerly to finally see Apollo again. You entered his chamber, and what you saw shocked you to your core.
“My sunlight, I wanted to apologize-”, There before you was Apollo laying with a man and a woman.
Apollo and the two strangers were awakened by the roarings of lightnings. Just as they awakened, you opened the door.
The colors on Apollo's face drained from him the moment he heard your voice and saw you. He saw the look in your eyes, going from cheerful to betrayal.
“Love-” He tried to call out for you, but you immediately slammed the door.
Apollo had quickly gotten up, put on some clothes, and ran out to find you. Once he opened the door, it looked like you were already gone, but he saw a glimpse of you running in the far distance.
Apollo immediately ran to where he saw you. Due to him being a God, he had faster speed, and he was able to catch up to you. He immediately grabbed you by your wrist, the one that doesn’t have the basket.
“Darling, please let me explain-” he had a hint of sadness and panic in his voice. Something most mortals and gods have never seen.
“Explain what!? That you decided to have sex behind my back!? That you didn’t mean to have sex with them!? What is there to say that will save you from what I've witnessed? Would you have even told me about this if I hadn’t!?” You shouted, anger fueling your body.
Apollo stood there silent. He knew you were correct. There was no doubt that there was nothing to explain why he had done what he did. But he didn’t want to let go of you and your relationship.
You watched as he stood there. You looked back to see the pegasus just a few feet away. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Apollo, not after what you saw.
You took this opportunity to grip the basket from the handle as hard as you could and hit Apollo in the face with it. Apollo’s hand let go of your wrist from the sudden impact. You took that chance to run to the pegasus and fly away from Mount Olympus.
The impact from the basket had made Apollo fall to the ground. He watched as you flew away on the pegasus. He wanted to continue to follow you, but he knew that would cause you more pain. He looked down and saw the basket he was hit with and all the items you had put in it. The sunflower seed and incense scattered, and the honey jar was broken on the floor.
Apollo felt guilt continuing to consume him.
He was supposed to protect you, but instead, he was the one to cause you the greatest pain.
As you flew, you decided to go into a cave in the mountains. You didn’t want to go to your cottage, in case Apollo went there to find you. The pegasus lays in the cave with you as you wept.
Right then and there, you decided to make a vow, “I vow to punish anyone who cheats on their significant other. Man or woman, both shall receive a punishment that fits their act of causing a person they love pain.”
What you didn’t know was that a certain Goddess had heard you. That Goddess was the Queen of the Gods, Hera. She listened to your vow, saw your tears, and was moved by it. With that, she decided to appear before you.
Hera comforted you. She knows the pain of being betrayed. She decided to make you a God/Goddess. “You shall now be the God/Goddess of punishing those who have committed adultery. If the person happens to be a God, then you may punish them and seek me if they try to harm you. I will ask my worshippers to build you some temples, but I have faith that your influence will spread around Greece greatly. You will have a home in Mount Olympus.” She said with confidence but also kindness.
Soon Hera would disappear.
After a few days, you flew out of the cave with the pegasus. You went to where most people worshipped Hera. There, you saw a newly built temple. Once you landed, you saw many coming to you with offerings and praises. Hera was true to her words.
Soon, you did as you vowed, punishing those who committed adultery and even giving the poor victim a bit of success or luck. Because you gave victims success and punished those who were in the wrong, many people went to different parts of Greece and built temples for you. More people started worshipping you and wrote some of your stories of the punishments you’ve done, both on mortals and Gods.
However, none of your worshippers knew why you became the God/Goddess of punishing affairs.
Because of you being such an important God/Goddess, you lived on Mount Olympus, just like Hera said. You and Hera actually have a good relationship. You were her favorite and treated you better than her sons.
However, since you now live on Mount Olympus, you have to see someone whom you have full hatred for, on mostly a daily basis, Apollo.
Every time Apollo saw you, he would try to wave at you or interact with you in some way. However, every time, you ignored him or glared at him. For any communication he has to do with you, Hermes has to be the one to send your reply. Every time he would fight in the arena, he would look for you in the stands, hoping that you would come, but every time, he was left disappointed.
All he could do was continue failing, looking at the incense he picked up from the floor of that night, and ask his worshippers to build statues of you in his temples. It’s the only thing he could have that reminded him of what he lost because of his actions. He regrets it deeply. He even started ignoring Hyacinths and Daphne.
He knows it’s rude and cowardly to ignore them, but he can’t bear to remember that night.
He was no greater than his father.
A God having an affair, wasn’t the first nor the last.
Hello :) please can I request headcanons for the male characters of Blood of Zeus where they fall for Heron’s childhood best friend who’s a demigod. Season 2 of BOZ was absolutely amazing and I wish it was as popular as it deserves 💙💙
S2 was such a ride and I loved it so much!
Masterlist 11
Apollo tries to impress you with his charm and wit, asking his brother what you like and how you are as a person
Ares is certain you’ll fall for his rugged good looks and roguish charm, despite your aloof attitude around him
Hermes tries his best to be the absolute gentleman around you, even when he’s blushing around you like crazy
Dionysus thinks you’re absolutely delectable and tries to be suave around you, offering the ritualistic wine for your taste
Seraphim thinks you’re a good match for his brother but feels a twinge of guilt for the budding feelings he has for you, always staying near to protect you
Meanwhile Heron acts like a protective big brother around you
As Seraphim entered your small cottage he set his bident against the wall, making sure to close the door before shifting to his human form. "y/n?" he called out, before smiling softly as he saw you sitting by the fire reading a book. "you waited up for me" seraphim says as he takes a seat beside you, his brown hair falling over his shoulder. "of course I did I was worried. you said you would be here by sundown and its nearly dawn" you say with slight annoyance. he sighs and pushes a few strands of his hair from his face tiredly. "there was an issue in melidoni. someone nearly discovered the giant's remains" he sighs before burying his face in the crease of your shoulder, kissing along your neck. you laugh and playfully shove him away. "seraphim! I'm trying to be angry with you" you laugh, smiling softly as he pulls you into his lap, his own laugh echoing through your cottage. "I can't help it, you're too beautiful to resist" he praises, his hands sliding down your body until they stop to rest on your small baby bump, you weren't too far along yet just enough to have a noticeable bump, which gave seraphim a small ego boost knowing that it was his child inside of you. "how have you been my love?" he asks, his tone changing to a soft one as he whispers in your ear. you lean into his embrace tracing the scars on his arms. "I've been well, it's a little lonely without you though, do you have to be away for so long?" you ask, earning a sigh from him as he rests his chin on your head. "no. I don't." he mumbles closing his eyes in exhaustion. "then why not stay here with me? with our child?" you ask stroking his hand comfortingly. he doesn't respond right away, staying silent as if in thought. "I fear that I may not be the father our child will need" he admits reluctantly, holding you closer. you smile softly, turning around in his hold to face him. "you, my love, will be an amazing father, I know you will" you smile kissing his forehead. he gives you a rare smile that only you have the pleasure of seeing before he pulls you into a kiss, stroking your stomach affectionately. "how have I gotten so lucky as to find you?" he mumbles against your lips. you smile before pulling away and laying back against his chest, the two of you spending the rest of the night cuddling in the soft warmth of the fire.
cw… plot with smut, weird position called tango, clit rubbing, comfort sex, quick pace, long, creampie, angst, heron being a bit brash, kissing, love making, fucking from behind, etc...
notepad… Honestly yall recovering from wisdom teeth was awful. I had to get more pills to relieve the pain! ITS BEEN A WEEK AND IM ON MY KNEES CRYING! EITHER WAY THIS IS MORE PLOT THAN SMUT!
It was all off; you two finally could have the life both of you dreamed of. There would be no backlash whenever you were with him due to his reputation. It was supposed to be what you two desired; why then? Why is it that you are on a large kline alone in the middle of the night? The moment you sat up, your drapes slowly slipped off your shoulders. Winter was about to end, yet it was still chilly, especially up in Olympus. There was an open balcony right in front of the kline, so the air easily entered the chamber. The curtains around the kline were swaying with the chilly night breeze; it was obvious you were cold.
“Heron?” Soft—that was all you could really describe your voice as you called his name. You glanced around the dark chambers, but no one. Not a single soul. Heron was gone; he was still very injured from the battle against the giants. Your mind was filled with worried thoughts. Quickly, your legs scooched off the kline and you walked over to the balcony. The breeze hit you hard, and all your body could do was shiver from the temperature. Your eyes danced around the view. Olympus was nothing but breathtaking, despite the clear damage caused by the battle. No sight, though, could stop the worries. “Heron?”
There were no signs of him; he wasn’t on Olympus, and nothing you could see led your eyes to him. You did not stop looking around, glancing back and forth, focusing on the smallest of things your eyes could catch. Nothing, then, in a distance out in the battle field, lightning struck. You gasped, as there was no cloud in the sky before; it was a clear night. Your hands rose up, your fingertips slightly grazing your bottom lip. There, your eyes finally focused on a white horse with wings soaring through the sky and towards your chambers; on top of it was Heron.
“Heron…” You let out shock; he was the one who caused the lightning strike; it was him all along. You leaned onto the balcony, your hands removing from your lips to hold onto the ledge. You tried to get a better look, but he was still so far from you until he finally reached the ledge and hopped off the horse. He looked down at you; he didn’t look happy to see you. “Heron, where have you been? I was worried.”
“Do not worry about it.” He said that and walked past you; he seemed tense, and you could tell he was on the battle field. His white chiton was ruined by dirt. You reached for his hand and gripped his wrist, your drapes slipping off once more. You shrugged your shoulders, attempting to fix the drapes on your shoulders.
“Heron, do not lie to me. Talk to me.” Begging—you were begging; it was pathetic. In your head, you would never beg, but for him, you would beg him. You two were about to finally have the life you two dreamed of—the one you two would wish for under the stars back in the polis.
“It is my business.” He pulled his hand away from you and glared. You froze from under his gaze; it was as if there was a sense of hatred behind them—was it for you or was it for something else?
“It is our business; you chose to love me. To have me for the rest of your life, talk to me.” His eyes suddenly turned from hatred to weakness. He raised his hands from his sides and placed them through his hair. He pulled at it and groaned. He began to pace and back forth, and there you could tell something was eating inside him.
“The gods…” He paused and turned to you, grabbed at your shoulders, and looked down at you. “The gods use us; Seraphim was right. All they do is use us as pawns for their games; we are the ones who suffer. I killed Seraphim; he could have been saved. Do you understand that we were made from the start to be enemies? We were destined to do this. We are pawns.” He looked like he was distressed; he placed his forehead on yours and just sighed. “What am I for?” He found himself repeating those words over and over.
“You are Heron. Not just a pawn; you can change it. We can leave. We do not need Olympus, nor the gods.” He raised his head from your forehead, his blue eyes staring down at you. He fixed your hair and nodded. “What happened to you and Seraphim should have never happened. Hera used him; Hera made him kill your mother.”
“We will leave after the funeral games. We will leave; I will not let them use us as pawns anymore.” It was like a change; he finally decided what he had to do. He could not be here any longer, and you could see it; the deaths of all his family members had just changed him. He wasn’t the same boy back in the polis.
“Heron, we can do this.” There was silence—pure silence—no sounds other than the breeze rushing into the chambers, causing your body to once again shiver. His hands pulled you in closer, and he leaned down. What changed? It was because you were there for him more than anyone in his life. It was you; there was no one else. He finally pressed himself against you. The kiss was not full of lust; it was attentive and filled with his emotions. He desired a moment with you; he finally got it; he couldn’t lose you. You could feel his longing in his lips; he dared not pull away.
“I cannot lose you.”
“Never, you could never lose me. I refuse to die.” He looked at you, his eyes resembling the beautiful blue of lightning. He pulled you down onto the beautiful wool rug, woven with perfection. The scene on the rug looked as if it were moving. He had you on top of him, and his hands shifted your drapes off of you. He moved you to his side; in front of him, he wanted you here on the floor, not the kline.
“May I?” You nodded, and there his hands grazed your drapes and lifted them up. He gripped your soft thighs and raised your right leg to go over his own leg. Your back rested on his arm while that hand grabbed your breast. His lips kissed your neck. It was an intimate position; you two were intertwined to be one. His hands massaged at your breast, and your head was pushed back to the floor, giving him the best access to your neck. He used his free hand that was not under you to shift his cock out of his chiton. “We can finally have each other.” It was wrong; it was out of wedlock, but you two did not care.
His hand that stroked at his cock shifted it to your pussy; he rubbed at your clit getting you wet and ready for him. This was not your first time; you two were young and in love. In the polis you two used the forest to just love each other. It was wrong, and if anyone found out, he would have been beaten or, worse, killed. His lips continued to stay attached to your neck, and the soft sounds of pleasure came from you.
“I am sorry.” He whispered beside your ear and shoved himself slowly into you, your head raised in pleasure, then laid back down. His thrust was slow, but compared to anything, he was filled with love. He was filled with a desire to not lose you. He had lost so many, and you were not going to end up like the rest. Your life was all he needed to protect. His leg was in between your two legs while his cock went in and slightly went out, but not fully. He was always in you, no matter if he was thrusting in or out.
You felt your body press against his chest and the rug; you two felt immense pleasure together. He was doing it to relish in your body; all he needed was you. His life had changed overnight, and you were the only constant. Many would have desired to feel each other's bodies on a kline you two only needed the floor. His strong, callused hands massaged at your breast, and his thighs burned each time he thrust up into your sopping wet hole. He treated your body like a temple, not daring to ruin it with his own touch. It was full of care; his lips were still attached to your neck, and when you moved your head to look at him,.
“Together till the end.” You gasped out, feeling him thrust back up your right leg, still over his leg that was between you, which allowed him to thrust into you comfortably. You raised a singular hand, grabbing at his neck, and pressed your lips once more into a deeper kiss. He suddenly felt himself tear up the moment your lips were moving against his. You realized it and began to wipe away his tears while he continued to thrust. He was a silent lover, one who rarely made sounds, but you knew whenever he was close, his cock was twitching inside you. “We will leave; we will no longer be used by them.” He nodded, and his hands on your breast shifted to your shoulder. He pulled you closer to him, thrusting into you a bit faster. “Yes… yes… yes…”
He relished in your moans; they were soft and lacked loudness. There was no lust; there was only comfort. He needed this more than anything. Your drapes were still so loose on your body that your top half was no longer on your body, while they were still on your lower half and moved to the side, allowing him full access to your chest. His cock began to twitch inside you, your moans becoming breathier with each thrust.
“You are all I need.” Heron whispered into your ear, causing you to release the simple declaration of love. He may not have said he loved you, but in his words, it meant that. Your cunt clenched down onto his cock, and that was the feeling he loved. The feeling that was always able to pull out a grunt from him. “Let's rest here.” He muttered as your cunt continued to milk his cock. Your hand weakly wiped away the tears still present on his cheek. He had gone through so much, and you wanted to be there for him.
a/n: showing my love for my favorite Greek God of all time, Hermes<3 this is a multichapter fanfic.
trigger warnings: animal hunting so animal death. Religious themes and practices
synopsis: You never thought helping out a lost hobo would end up with you in the loving embrace of a god.
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disclaimer: hermes is based on his BOZ, EPIC, and canon mythology. I don't really know how ancient greece actually was or how hunting works so take this with a grain of salt! It is just fanfiction :)
You come from a village that has been long-term worshippers of the goddess, Artemis. Each year, the village holds a festival, Laphria¹. With this festival, of course, comes activities, the most important being the hunt. Where 3 main selected participants, who were allowed to bring at the maximum two others along the hunt with them, they were to hunt down a large stag, whoever was to bring back the largest wins.
The reward would entail being given a large sum of money and being allowed to worship the goddess to the fullest extent, which means you'd get to say your prayers before everyone, including the high elders.
This year, you were finally chosen for the hunt, much to the joy of your family and friends. You were their best hunter and tracker, able to find an animal with ease regardless of how little the evidence that has been left behind.
After passing a familial trail—hunting a snow hare in the middle of snowstorm— you were gifted a beautiful pup who you named Winston². The two of you were jointed at the hip. There wasn't a place you'd go without him. This included the hunt.
You decided to bring two of your beloved friends along, Damian and Agnes. You set off at dawn, racing into the trees on the back of your horses, Winston running ahead as the scout.
Agnes and Damian were chattering away behind you as you looked over the map. You wanted to try and plan out all paths you could safely use.
"So...do you think if I win this, it would get Corinna at the very least interested in me?" Damian questions, fiddling with the horses' reins. He had a crush on Corinna ever since they were teens, spending most of his time trying to impress her— which failed considering he always made a fool of himself.
Agnes, bless her, rolling her eyes as she listens to Damian rant, just as the millions times before. She's been friends with him since they were babies. Both of their mothers were the best of friends, so it makes sense they were too.
You didn't come into the picture until you were about 7 or so, moving here to take care of your grandmother after she got sick.
You met Agnes when your mother invited hers over, and then her mother invited Damian's over. You all were just placed in front of each other and expected you all to click automatically. Thankfully, you did, and you've been friends ever since.
"Probably, but you need to remember Nikolaos is in this competition too, I know he's been desperate to get her hand as well." She pauses as her horse jumps over a fallen tree. She looks back at Damian with a blank stare and continues. "And also this could've been avoided if you just grew a pair of balls and confessed."
"I can't just do that— I need to get her attention first. Maybe we'll find that white stag the elders ramble about." Damian giggles as he pictures Corinna leaping into his arms and saying yes to his proposal. He was such a lovesick fool.
"Or maybe she's already interested and is waiting for you to confess. I've heard its custom in her family for the woman to wait for the man to ask, no matter how long it takes." You chime in, not looking up from your map.
"Wait wh—" Damian is cut off when a large gray wolf jumps from out of the trees, holding a white hare in its mouth.
Your horse, startled, bucks you off its back, sending you to the forest floor. You're now eye level with the wolf, noticing how its eyes are an unnatural golden color.
You and the wolf stared each other down for a moment before it huffed and leaps back into the trees. Agnes drops down from her horse and rushes to your side, while Damian goes off to fetch your horse.
You snapped out of your daze when you felt something wet touched your cheek. It was Winston, licking at you and whining in concern.
You pat his head to calm him, and you lean on Agnes for support as you stand. She brushes the dirt and leaves off your back.
"Hey, you okay?" She questions, her freckled face is laced with concern.
You feel fine, a little sore, but nothing you hadn't been through before. There was something about that wolf that just stuck with you, "Yeah, I'm fine. That wolf, though... its eyes were like pure gold."
"Maybe it's one of Lady Artemis' wolves? It wouldn't be the first time she's watched over the hunts." She suggests, steppingaway from you once you've steady yourself. Damian comes back with your now calm horse, handing you the reins.
"I suppose? Though I never heard of a wolf having pure gold eyes before... Anyway, Winston, did you see anything?
Winston barks in reply, his tail wagging before he runs off. You mount your horse and begin to follow him. You motion the other two to do the same.
Winston leads you to what looks to be a temple, one that seems to have been neglected for years. Nature has taken over, vines have trickled up and wrapped themselves around the columns, and grass and flowers grow from the cracks of the floor. The usual pure white of the marble has faded into a off white tan color with a thin layer of moss across the surface.
"Let's make sure the area is safe for us to set up camp here. Agnes, check out the back of the temple, and Damian, you'll start with the outer perimeter. I'll start with the inside. Regroup to the front once you're sure no one else has been here."
Agnes nods, and Damian gives an alright in response before going back into the forest. You dismount your horse, tying it to a loose fence post. You make your way up the cracked stone steps and into the temple.
The rays of sun lit the inside of the temple, illuminating the illustrations that line the walls and ceilings. Going off of the winged shoes on the god that was illustrated, this was a temple of Hermes. You wonder if there was ever a village that was here before yours that were worshippers of him.
Your search around the temple came up empty, with no human activity. Only animals and plants seemed to have been inside. You leave the temple in time to see with Damian and Anges coming back.
"There doesn't look like there's anyone for miles, only animals. I saw the cutest fox kits." Anges says.
"Same here, though I wasn't blessed with seeing any cute aniamls today." Damian pouts, dismounting his horse, kneeling down next to Winston to ruffle his fur, "Expect for this bugger." Winston barks and licks the man's hand.
You chuckle, "Looks like it's safe to set up camp here, we'll need to find something to eat, so I'll try and find something for us. You two just set up camp and remember to use the horn if anything happens."
They give you mock salutes in response before they begin to take the supplies off the horses and into the temple. You mount yours and whistle for Winston to follow as you trot off into the woods.
It doesn't take you long to hunt something down. After finding some boar tracks, Winston leads the rest of the way to the creature. Upon finding it, you ready your bow, steadying yourself on the moving horse as you focus your aim on the boar.
You suck in a breath, drawing back your arrow and whispering a short prayer to Artemis as you relase. The arrow pierces through the side of the boar, straight to the heart, quick and painless.
Suddenly, you hear a loud scream, and off in the distance, you can see someone running towards you with what looks like a... deer? Chasing after them. Winston stands alert, ears perked, and focused on the person getting closer to you. You hold your reins tight while Winston moves in front of the horse.
The person turned out to be Nikolaos. You spot his signature ginger hair showing from under his hood before he trips over a log and face plants in front of you. He doesn't try to exchange pleasantries as he scrambles up to keep running.
The deer came soon after, gracefully hopping over the log. It glanced at you for a meer moment, giving you enough time to see its golden eyes. The same color from the wolf.
You hop down off your horse, making your way to the boar.
You are for sure this time that it wasn't Artemis. Maybe some other god?
You wrap the boars legs tight with string as you bring it back to your horse, settling it on the rear. Positioned so it won't slip off, you mount your horse once more before going back the direction you came.
As you make your way back. Your mind wanders back to Hermes. It could be him. After all, he's one of the more playful gods known for his pranks and tricks. You'll have to make an offering to him for letting you sleep in the temple, regardless if it's abandoned or not, and so he doesn't prey on your friends like he did Nikolaos.
By the time you made it to camp, it was dusk. Agnes greets you outside, taking the horse reins from you. You take the boar off of the horse, taking off to the side as you make quick work of the animal, cutting off the hide and chopping the pieces of meat you need. You leave whatever is left for Winston and the other forest creatures to feast.
Damian is quick to start cooking. Thankfully, his mother was kind enough to pack spices so your group wouldn't have to suffer tasteless food.
Until the sky went dark, you spent the rest of your time eating and talking. Damian nearly choked on his food when he heard you recant the experience in the woods earlier. He says he wishes he could've seen the look on that bastards face when he was running away. Agnes jokes that Nikolaos probably looked like a scared chicken. Which admittedly, he did, come to think of it, his screams sounded like the human equivalent of one.
As the night went on, it got quiet, Damian was the first to sleep, and Agnes was next. Winston is sprawled out in between them, snoring away. Before you rest, you bring a plate of food and burning incense to the altar.
You whisper, "Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises. Take this food as a thank you for allowing us to sleep here for the night." You pause. "Also... please refrain from chasing us as a deer or anything else for that matter. While it was funny what you did to Nikolaos, I would rather not soil my pants." You chuckle, placing the food onto the alter and the incense in a dusty holder.
You go back to your original resting place, leaning against the pillar. You feel a soft and comfortable breeze flow through the temple. The sounds of the trees rustling soothe you into a nice slumber.
Still in deer form, Hermes walks through the woods, no set destination just allowing the fates to choose where he will end up. Faintly, he can hear someone whisper a prayer.
"Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises..."
It was not often that he received prayers, especially not in his sisters park of Greece. He lets the prayer pull him towards the location.
Switching to his human form, he approaches the temple. It was one of his firsts. A gift to him by his father. While unkept, it still stood strong.
He sniffs the air, a familiar smell, boar. Not only did he get a prayer, but he got an offering, too? Just what he needed after chasing the mortals.
He giggles as he makes his way inside, involuntary waking up Winston, who was silenced a quick shush and a pat to the head.
Hermes looks around at the mortals who sleep before him. Wondering who said the prayer, his eyes land on you. Still leaned against the pillar, head thrown back against it. Your hand is tightly wrapped around a dagger. Ready to strike if need be.
He studied your face for a moment, his hand twitched with the desire to trace over your features. You were very attractive for a mortal, and judging from the faint golden aura he could see emitting from you, you're the one who prayed.
He steps away with a grin, making his way to the alter. He picks the plate up, nearly drooling on the food. As much as he'd love to take his time eating, he's a glutton. In seconds, the plate is empty. He holds back a burp as he makes his way back out of the temple, glancing at you as he makes his way out.
Well, he's going to have some fun on this vacation.
