Forbidden Secrets
A/N: I really hope this one-shot gains attention, unlike my other one. I wrote this at 12 am. 🤕
Warning!: angst? Hermes x Circe Nymph (art bu Zieru)
The sunrise had only just begun, and you were awake before any of the nymphs. You wanted to collect something special for Lady Circe, seeing that she was in a tired mood lately. You ran through the forest, picking the best of flowers and shells. You placed it all inside a glass jar Lady Circe had given to you as a trophy for mastering the hard spell.
After a while, you found yourself trying to obtain a conch near the sand. Seeing something sparkly in the distance, you sprinted towards the unfamiliar object. It was only then until you realized it wasn’t a conch. Not at all. It was quite the opposite.
The figure took a form of a winged staff entwined with 2 snakes. You raised an eyebrow, yet you still checked if anyone was supervising you. After securing your free will, you captured the peculiar staff in your hand. The way your finger gripped the sparkling golden staff felt perfect. You sighed in amazement.
“Lady Circe would love this..” you gasped. You stowed the staff in the jar, making your way back to the village. You steered through the forest, inhaling the fresh scent of nature and blossoms. You strolled through the forest peacefully, that is, until you heard a slight sneer.
Your heart skipped a beat. You spun around at full tilt. “Who’s there?” You hissed. Though voice demanding yet full of fear, you held your head high. You felt a hand grip your shoulder, twirling you around. “Hey!” You barked. Immediately, you glanced to the jar reassuring yourself of the presence of the staff.
You withdrew the winged staff, clutching it with your quivering wrists. You pointed it at your sides, as if a defensive weapon. “You shouldn’t use objects you don’t own as weapons, love.” You heard a melodic voice declare.
“..What?” You murmured, theories spiraling in your head. Suddenly, a lean, tall figure stood in front of you, the figure wearing a winged hat and winged sandals. Your breath caught, the theories shifting to smutty thoughts. “W-Who are you?..” you queried, voice full of fear, and something else.. “Do you seriously not know who I am darling?” He interrogated. You shook your head steadily.
Before you knew it, he jolted towards you speedily, his finger crawling up to your neck from your chin, forcing you to meet his golden gaze. You felt your face flush. Immediately, you forgot how words functioned. “I’m Hermes..” he uttered. He examined every inch of you, biting his lip. “And who might you be? A lovely pearl?” Hermes teased. “I’m.. uh.. Y/N. Yes, I’m Y/N.” You murmured. How could you forget your own name?
“Well, Y/N.. that staff you have right there is mine.” He snickered, gesturing at the winged staff. You backed away, his touch slipping. “No.. this staff is soon to be Lady Circe’s..” you remarked. His eyes brightened. “Oh! You’re one of them? Well of course you are.” You glared, dismissing him: “Good to meet you Hermes, but I have to return to my village.” Therefore, you skipped away.
Later, you found out Circe wasn’t feeling well that day, so you didn’t have the chance to gift her your jar. In disappointment, you walked to the cliff, the one where the view of the ocean was beautiful. You slumped down next to an olive tree, admiring the sunset. “Is that the sparkling shell, Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice suppose. “Hermes?” You gasped, your head twisting rapidly. Immediately, your eyes clipped his.
He sat next to you before you had time to acknowledge anything. “Look, my love.. I really need my staff.” He begged. “I’ll do anything.. I swear..” You stopped breathing. “Anything?” You repeated. “Yes..” You stared out into the horizon.
“Just… tell me what the world outside is like.” And he did. Until the moon set. Until the stars shone. Your desire to explore only grew with each sentence he planted. When he finished, you could barely speak. “Can I have my staff now?..” he whispered. “Y-yeah.. follow me.” You stood up, leading him to the garden where you hid the jar. You rumbled for the staff, capturing it and handing it to him.
“Thanks.” He appreciated, looking up at you. “Can I do one last thing before I leave?” “Of course.”
Once you gave him permission, Hermes wasted no time. He leaned in slowly, giving you every second to pull away. But you didn’t, instead you leaned in speedily, pulling his collar. You felt him being caught off guard, yet enjoying every second.
The kiss was long, but after a while, it was like a dam had collapsed. It deepened, your fingers tangling in his locks, his fingers roaming your waist.
After it ended and he left, you couldn’t believe that happened.
Of course, Hermes came back, but always in secret, as if he knew something you didn’t.
Your conversations gave you pleasure. Though you adjusted to silent chuckles and covered kisses, you longed for more, for your relationship to be public.
So you could show Lady Circe you could love.
